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“I have some things to say to you as well, like how you sent me a sex tape, you spineless prick.” I put my hands on my hips, daring him to fuck with me. My heart rapidly pounds in my chest as I have flashes of them together.
Thrusting.
Panting.
Fucking.
FUCK.
“Okay that’s it, all of you, OUT,” the host barks as he begins to all but shove Matt and me out the door, and I’m grateful for the few seconds that we aren’t staring each other down. Charley scurries in front of me and when we make it into the cool night air, I immediately pull her back behind me.
“You’re really whining about that? How do you think I felthearingyou have sex with my wife? All the things you said…” Matt stops talking and shuts his eyes for a second, more than likely remembering that we confessed our love to each other on the very same tape. I don’t even try to wipe the smug look off my face.When his eyes pop back open, they’re filled with rage and directed at Charley who’d moved next to me. “I wanted you to feel how I felt after I had to hear your little tape.”
“That was a fucking visual, Matt!” Charley yells. She’s so angry she’s shaking, and under any other circumstances I would be turned on.Hell, I think I am anyway, watching her protect me and us so fiercely to the man she’d essentially left to be with me.“You unlawfully planted an audio recording device, that isnotthe fucking same.”
“You’re right, you cheating on me after five years of marriage isnotthe fucking same.”
She lets out a breath, her cheeks puffing out as I know she’s not really sure what to say to that. “You were never supposed to hear that, and I’m sorry you did. But you maliciously sent a tape to the man I love. You intentionally sent the tape out of retaliation. To hurt him. To hurtme.”
“What about me? You think I didn’t love you? Do you just not give a fuck about my feelings at all? It doesn’t matter that you hurt me? That you destroyed our marriage?”
“I didn’t—Matt, can we not do this now? We’ve had a bit to drink and—”
“Everything has to be done on your terms, right? Never mind that you cheated on me and broke us. Never mind that it was with our fucking therapist!” He pauses. “I always thought that laundry list of reasons you gave was bullshit.”
“They weren’t bullshit! I didn’t destroy this marriage all on my own, Matt.”
“You certainly played a larger part,” he snarls. “I wasn’t around enough, I worked too much, I didn’t give you a baby…but you neglected to tell me the biggest reason. You needed to be fucked constantly like the whore you are and our fucking marriage counselor was taking care of that for you.” He gets in her face, yelling at her, and I press my hand to his chest, pushing him backwards. My fist flexes, preparing myself for his retaliation.
“Back off, Wells, and watch your fucking mouth.”
“Tell me does she suck your dick? Because that’s a luxury I had in the beginning but that goes away. She turned into a frigid bitch in the third year of our marriage. The sex was like going through the motions. I barely enjoyed it half the time. I hate to break it to you, Charlotte, but you’re kind of a boring lay. In case you were wondering why I stopped fucking you.”
“Enough,” I growl, my hands flex before balling into a fist and my brain is screaming at me to calm down, to not engage in this psychological warfare.If you swing at him, it will be bad.
If you swing at him, you will lose everything.
You’ll lose Charlotte.
I’m not sure if that is true, but I need to keep my rage in check, and allowing her asshole ex-husband to get under my skin is the quickest way to lose my temper.
“Everything is all sunshine and blow jobs in the beginning and then it just stops.”
“You’re being disgusting,” Charlotte interjects. “I forgot you can get like this when you’re drunk.” Her words are like a punch to the gut.Is this how she felt about me when I found the sex tape?I feel her hands lacing with mine and then pulling me down the street away from potential disaster.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me. I’m not finished.”
“Well, we are,” I tell him. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit back and let you insult her.”
I hear his heavy breathing and I know he’s only a few steps behind us. “And fuck you and your so-called therapy. I ought to kick your ass. God, I was paying you three hundred dollars an hour to fuck my wife? You know prostitution is illegal in Georgia. I don’t like that I unknowingly became your pimp, Charlotte,” he growls.
I spin around to face him. My nostrils flare, and my heart pounds in my chest. Sweat beads on the back of my neck and trickles down as the anger boils inside. I let out a deep breath, trying to extinguish the fire blazing within.
Call her a name, one more fucking time.
Charley’s voice cuts through the tension calming me slightly. “Don’t be disgusting.”
“You spread your legs for the first man that gave you a second glance, Charlotte. Don’t callmedisgusting. Look in the fucking mirror.”
